G.G. Trilogy
PART ONE
Epilogue
Her knuckles were white from holding the folder too hard and her eyes blurry from the tears she was trying to hold in. She stared again at the files on her hands.
Two snapshots of a man with dark hair and silver-flecked violet eyes stared back at her, one clear, and the other, blurry, but the silhouette was still recognizable. She remembers him so clearly, teaching her how to kill a man using only her bare hands, cooking breakfast everyday while he laughed at her mom for her lack of cooking skills, and the like. She turned her gaze to the text beneath it.
"…taken in Egypt…suspects Morgan is still alive and looking for the blueprints…Cassandra Goode authorizes search immediately."
Just hearing her name made her head ache. She checked her watch. Her half hour was almost gone. It was time to go. She took one last look at her dad, folded the file and carefully returned it.
Her fingers barely left cold metal when the alarms started blaring
CODE BLACK. CODE BLACK. CODE BLACK.
Shoes clattered above her and she darted out, avoiding the booby traps and whatnot. But the sound of shouting COC agents and alarms blaring followed her everywhere, and an agent managed to shoot her in the thigh. She ignored the pain that shot up her leg. She kept running until she found herself cornered in the deepest part of COC's Russia base. And it was a dead end.
Shoving a couple of file cabinets to the entrance, hopefully managing to buy her some time, she frantically searched the room for some means of escape.
There was something off about the right part of the wall. Running her hands through it' s surface she found a rectangle almost as tall as her and pried it open, revealing a dark tunnel that lead off to who-knows-where.
She didn't know where it lead to, or how it came to be but she had no other choice.
After quickly checking her bag for supplies, (She had enough food and water for almost two weeks.) she tied her aching leg up and limped in the tunnel, closing the door very carefully behind her.